Someone I love very much invited me to sit in on their scan.
As the technician was doing his thing with the scanner and watching the monitor he said, sotto voche; almost to himself.
I could see what he meant – they were lovely.
I later discovered that the illustrated cross section of an ovary contains a garden of wonderful things that look like flowers and ribbons and shinny strings of beads.
I decided to present an ovary as a luscious bountiful fruit; a tea table full of delights.